I can't believe the year is finally at an end.
It'll soon be the last day of school, which I will certainly not be here for.
Today's my last day. I'm not coming for the last 2 days of school.
The sooner I'm out, the better.
9th grade was hell. And I just know what 10th has in store for me and my friends.
This year was...well.
It was like walking down a dark corridor and suddenly, the floor opens up and you trip and fall. Quite furiously are you thrown into a deep endless spiral of heartbreak and regret. Along with a feign sense of misery. And towards the end of the crazy ride, it slows. And suddenly your on your feet again.
Staring down the same shitty corridor.
Then all of a sudden you hear.
"Welcome to back to school night!"
Oh fuck me.
I just wanna enjoy this summer.
Hopefully, something interesting happens.
Trudging to the double doors of the wide school,
I slow my daily routine.
Not wanting to get to class on time.
As I do slow myself, I see Connor walk alongside me very briefly and then he speeds up.
As if suddenly realizing that we were now strangers to each other.
I'll miss him least of all.
He's the reason I don't want to come the last two days.
Because he'll be there.....
That and the fact that I fuckin' hate school.
Boy do teachers really know how to throw it at you.
Mountains of tests, online quizzes, pencil, paper, computers, Finals--
SHIT.
Everything just needs to chill.
I need some fuckin' coffee pumping through my veins before I have to take a final at 7 something in the morning.
Why do they torture so endlessly?
I lean up against an all too shiny brick wall.
Scanning my surroundings, I meet eyes with Connor.
Finals today. His face read. He looked some what concerned but was still able to keep his still composure.
He looked....at ease with the world.
As if nothing bothered him.
And that's what I envied.
His nonchalant act.
And yes I say act, cause I know he's pretending.
He could be going total batshit in his head.
But no one would ever know what goes on about in the simple skull of Connor Lee Stahl.
Not unless, he tells someone.
Which I doubt he'll ever do because he has no balls.
Fuck, he barely has a dick.
I remember the time me and Anna laughed all gym class after seeing his very small outline.
From that day we made up a list of all the names to call him as.
Tiny-penis, combination dick, Pea dick Sherman, Pinkie Penetrator, little dick Con, Pee-wee dick, Blueboy.
You name it. We said it.
And maybe it was a little awful. But the only thing that made us laugh harder was remembering the day we all truly met the shiny NEW Connor Stahl.
The one that soon brewed into the most irritable anus you've ever seen.
Recalling the day made me chuckle.
Which caused him to look at me funny and avert his gaze.
